Silence. Effects. Sounds. Voices. Music… The world through the ether straight to the ear. From the antennas to the ground; right up to the privacy of your home. The human and the divine things. Everything takes place in the space of the Radio, elevated to the category of art because is there another way of calling the endless capacity to narrate, communicate, and move?

Las Tunas, Cuba.- From the master control, the daily magic is born, the onslaught of the loquacity of the announcers, the skill of the sound producers, who are usually detailed, obsessive and anonymous; They practice the precision of the director in each idea or the anticipation and initial conception of the consultant who scans reality and then is told in a thousand ways.

But before this maelstrom come to life, the writer puts "down to work" and once tries to seduce young people and, on another occasion, narrates a plot, either historical, police, or directed at children. This is how Caminos (Roads), Campanita de Colores (Colorful Tinkerbell), Caso Cerrado (Closed Case) … are born in Radio Victoria, fiction or the narration of an event come to life in the actors' performances, and absorb, trap, leave lessons…

However, the beating of a radio station implies many hearts arranged in the work. Some, like journalists, vibrate with the urgency of events, they are the eternal ones in a hurry and busy; others, such as technicians, are unconditional and essential for everything to work with the exact and necessary precision. Meanwhile, with the instantaneity and emotions of the moment, the narrators make passionate sports stories; they are masters in the exercise of the word. The researchers and those who ensure the quality of each broadcast or approach the interests of the listeners and define which program meets the preferences of the audience are also worthy of all honor.

To so many hands this daily work is owed! There is so much effort in every minute on the air! Everyone counts because nothing would be possible without the prompt and diligent driver, without the office staff, without the one who welcomes you in the lobby, the one who takes care of a recording studio, or the one who fine-tunes the supplies to sustain the processes.

Because of all this, it usually happens that many, the majority, on the radio stations have been there since they were young; they were, surely, the same ones who knew about the records, cassettes, or the reproductive tapes arranged by hand in a now incomprehensible intricacy and whose machines remain in the studios, as if waiting for an impossible regression. Today the digital world signs the radio and from Las Tunas, Tiempo21 tries to make a space in that complex and versatile sea. The youngest nurture the sage of so many years.

In these parts, the media continues to sow dreams and cause sleepless nights, (re) constructing the factual and tangible reality or painting with sounds the fiction that you manage to "see" thanks to so much masterfulness. No, there is no strange condition here; the radio feeds on reality and dreams, on the human and the divine.